camp EAT A WORM! // prompt, games for kits


"Hey kits! Who wants to play a game?" Shiningsun's voice boomed just outside the nursery as the warrior waited eagerly for the youngsters to trail out to meet him. Fortunately he hadn't been assigned any duties that day so he decided to make himself useful by giving the queens a bit of a break from rearing the rascals, at least for a little while anyway. "So, do you fancy a game of "Howlingstar says", or perhaps some hide'n'seek around the camp?" Hopefully they would behave and stay in the camp, he'd rather not end up in trouble. He also prayed that the kits would play nice when issuing orders to him and to each other.

//Prompt: Shiningsun takes it upon himself to host a game for the clan's kits. What game does he choose?

 
( ⁀➷ )  Shiningsun must be a saint, to willingly spend time with rambunctious kits. Fallow didn't want any part of it even when she was one of them. As the kits flow from the nursery, summoned by the promise of games, Fallow snorts a scoff. She tries to hurry away after bringing some food for the queens, pinning her ears back when a kit notices her. "Go on," she insists gruffly. "I'm too old for games now." She says it with an inflated sense of pride only achievable by a kit unreasonably proud to have barely left the nursery.
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  • ˏˋ ° • *⁀➷ FALLOWPAW. THUNDERCLAN APPRENTICE. SHE / HER & IT / ITS.
    4 MOONS & AGES ON THE 1ST. PENNED BY SATURNID.


    A SCARRED, POINTED BROWN MOLLY WITH PATCHY WHITE SPOTTING.

    NPC xx NPC. FOSTERED BY TANSYSHINE.